your favorite lesbian

It's important to know your girl,
because the way to her heart
starts at the outside.

I always wanna know
every little thing--
what floats your boat
and what cramps your style--
I'll always want you to gimme the details.

I just watched your favorite lesbian
on that show you told me about.
You know what, baby?
She reminds me of me. 

A favorite is a fine thing to have...
every day of my life I think about mine.
I heart her. You know?
I heart her, my dark brilliant baby.
Heart her like crazy.
________

Find the scene I was writing about HERE.

 

Woman Seeks Vagina

Lambs, it's time for me to play Stage Mother. You won't mind if I have Bosco the super herding dog use his herding talents to shove guide you through the doors of the Ringwald Theater, will you? I'll tell you why.

Back in my open mic days, when I would trot my happy ass down to the late great Xhedo's, to inflict treat my fellow java junkies to some of my poetry read aloud, I made a young friend named Julia. This girl had style, and I liked her right away. 

Look, I don't often talk/post about my transness. To me, talking about my Previous Life is like talking about high school; I hated it, it's over, move on. All that to say...I don't often feel a connection with my fellow transpeople. I feel like I should, but I don't. Julia is different. She felt like family to me, right from the start; a soul sister, despite age difference, despite her being straight and me being lesbian, despite the details, baby. My lil sis, if she'll let me say it. I have always been really proud of her.

Unfortunately, I lost touch with her. Still, I have often wondered what happened to her. Well dayum! She's a star of the stage! Who knew?!

June 23rd, she will perform her own "Please Give Me Your Money So I Can Buy A Vagina" at the Ringwald! I will be there. Oh, and...I said "vagina" on my blog again. Can western culture survive it?

Please visit Julia at her blog, and tell her to "break a leg". I can't wait to see her show. Read more about Julia HERE.

Here's a little video gift for you, Julia, if you drop by:

  

Bitch

I am not your bitch.
I am not the hottest looking bitch in this place
I am not one skank ass loose lip bitch
I am not here to take your shit
and I am not about to stand still for being called
bitch.

I will not dress to please you
smile to please you
go slack jawed stupid time airhead easy breeze to please you,
I will not deny my body
I will not deny my appetite
I will not deny my comfort
I will not deny anything except your entitlement you are so used to,
that you don't even know it's there
that you think is just normal business as usual
I will not play that
perpetuate that
suck up to that
just so your dumb ass won't think that I'm a
bitch.

Look at the crap that comes out of your mouth,
all the
bitch
nigger
fag
dyke
ho
that comes out of your cake hole,
all the
you are not the same
you are not worth respecting
you are not even human
crap that comes out of your face,
that allows you to not care
That allows you to beat and mistreat
that allows you to kill and brag and turn yourself to stone.
head heart skin fingers soul of stone.
I am not your bitch!

Look at all the poisoned puke from the pulpit
all the vile, excluding, tiny-minded, pseudo-holy
god in the image of man 
that's spewed out by smiling
clean cut
barbie blonde
well dressed
tenth tithing
bigots cherry picking their bibles
for something to justify 
their fear
their hate
their spiritual laziness
and all the righteous boil drain that says
you are not the same
you are not worth respecting
you are not even human.
I am not your bitch!

I will not change myself to please you, because
I am not your bitch.
I will not dumb it down, because
I am not your bitch.
I will love whomever I feel love for, because
I am not your bitch.
I will say "vagina" in a public place
on tv
in front of Congress
in front of God
I will say it
scream it
whisper it
and I will not be shy, because
I am not your bitch.

I will not be silent
I will not be obedient
I will not watch your gone-stupid summer blockbuster
unless there are two women, with names, who talk to each other in it
about something besides a man.*
I will not send my son to be fodder in your war
I will not sacrifice my child's life in order to spread testosterone around the world,
because I am a mother,
and I am definitely not your bitch.
I am a lesbian, 
and I am so not your bitch.
I am a Catholic woman and will call down the saints
to drag pedophiles out into the streets,
and to put a woman in the Vatican,
the White House,
the coffee house,
the whore house,
the big house,
every house,
BECAUSE WE ARE NOT YOUR BITCH!

We are flesh and blood,
heart and soul,
the keepers of the next generation--
they will not be your bitch.
With time, they will change the whole vocabulary of the world,
and you will join them,
or be left behind, irrelevant, cursing unheard against the wind.
_______

* the Bechdel movie test

A Howl for the Real Toads mini challenge.

 
 

 

 

The Abnormal Gods

I see you sitting, smoking
with the abnormal gods from the neighborhood.
They are stone wheels grinding canary eggs
to make the blank pale bread of late summer;
while you, Peachy Cream, rock those jeans like a loaf of song.

I used to hang with them, too, you know.
I was the spit and image of hot July;
I offered them headlights from my hand,
and brought them lime juice all the way from Morocco.
The fuckers,
they never even glanced up.

Here is what will happen,
when the gray-shaken sky spills the deluge down J Street--
there will be a hum you'll feel
right through the golden soles of your wedges,
and you'll find yourself fluent before those muttering arthritic antiques
with the Camel packs in their sleeves.

A roll of your hips will dislodge the abnormal gods,
and I will sleep well tonight
on the soft yellow feathers
that fall
from the impossible feast of that victory.
_______

for Thursday Melting. I had to use these words: hum, muttering, juice, spit, abnormal, smoking, fluent, grind, shaken and blank.

A little Emmylou, to go with. *swoon swoon swoon*